Barrett Poems - Poems about Barrett

Galaxy, heart erase, gaze tender, cold How do I love thee -- I cannot count the ways, for there are none. Not because the sun doesn't grace thy face with its brilliance, leaving the rays reflected back in a trance and even the shadows dancing as they trace thy golden reflection, guiding thoughts through galaxies tenderly gloved within thy gallant gaze no imagination can erase. Nor because the...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote, and I quote: "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways." And then she proceeded to list as many as she could in fourteen lines, Telling her husband, Robert, and us, in the process, Just how deeply and fervently she loved him. But I would pose this query to Mrs. B., "Liz, dearie, Does being...

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To Elizbeth Barrett Browning invalidity from riding did bring Putting aside this tragic hurt she elope to marry her Robert...

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The sand and sea were calling us ...

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Syd has finally come home to nest, somewhere on the dark side of the moon. Lovingly tending to his space rock garden. Sometimes he strums an ancient guitar and whispers sweetly to pinkish stars. Syd is alone but never lonely or lost and his mind didn't snap like they say it did.. He just crawled out of a plastic poison pond fed by...

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(4.) As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts Slow flows a river of doubt and regret foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits cavernous echoes one can not forget nor withstand jagged cuts and hardest hits! As sun retreats and night brings on its aches memories come to poison hearts and minds soaking sweats bring on miserable shakes and soon dance dark shadows...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One I. O' Man Of Perishable Earth O' priest of golden sun where hides thy black heart Pray each day, dark deeds undone in light, great wisdom impart O' master of ink and pen where rests thy sought love Thy words given unto men as pearls fallen from above O' slave of perishable earth where flees thy precious time Thy...

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RUNAWAY LOVERS Sat Ba Barret restless in her room Drinking death in dark and gloom Tragedy seemed her last name Despite the books that were her fame Letters reached her by the score But one kissed paper touched her core Robert Browning made her wild Exuberance flared—she was a child A woman forty –heart on fire Now she had but one desire A partner for her...

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How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways. I hate thee to the depth and breath and height my plunger can reach, when reaching out of sight. to the ends of a stopped-up toilet bowl. I hate thee to the level of everyday’s. most disgusting need, by sun and candle-light. I hate thee freely, as no other men...

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Thoughtlessness of an fanciful mind camouflaged to a layman's eye a vision with an uptopian trance mimicked by the madcap laughs Shine on, Crazy Diamond...

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laughter came so easy upon that christmas day simple prayers answered as you'd come to find your way i'd held you as a child and taught you the word ' no' to read between the lines when there's nowhere else to go from running in the park to just sitting on the stoop it seemed that time raced on til it caught you in...

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